Alone in December
Walking slowly along the side of a snow filled sidewalk was a young man clearly in his teenage years. He had spiky brown hair that was being partially weighed down by the falling snow. His feet were near frostbitten; his thin jeans had holes in them causing his skin to sting at the touch of the freezing air.
He looked up seeing well clothed people and families walking into their warm homes. Hatred and misery filled his heart as he saw this, how unfair it really was. The snow began to pick up, and whatever sun was behind those clouds was definitely setting. He tried to flex his cold hands, his finger gloves barely kept them warm for long he noticed.
Looking around he quickly realized that no welcomed shelter was to be found. And he was damned to ever except anyone's charity. So he sat under a lamp post and waited. He was ready to die, his hunger had gotten to the point where he didn't seem hungry but felt pain in place of it in his stomach. He rubbed his hands together attempting to keep whatever warmth he had with him. His name is Sora, a young man whose fate had turned on him.
"I just wish that I didn't feel there was something I missed…" He whispered to himself. His mind flashed to a moment where he was about 8 years old standing in front of a house that once belonged to "his" family. Then moments later he walked away from it… forever. His mind then flashed back to the present.
"A few more hours… and I am sure to finally be lifeless…" He weakly spoke under his breath. Then to his astonishment he saw across the street a whole family walking out of their home with fancy suitcases into an S.U.V. There were two middle aged adult and their daughter. His eyes shot open, something about her… was inciting. She was obviously shorter then him, she had long auburn hair, beautiful white skin. Nice thin lips and a pair dazzling blue eyes that showed even in the dark. He waited patiently as they went back inside to get there rest of their things. Finally they locked the door and drove away.
Sora shot up and ran around the house and hopped the fence in a hurry. He barely climbed over the fence due to not feeling his fingers and having barely any grip with them. He grabbed the screen door and prayed that it was unlocked. "Please let them be that stupid!" With luck the door eased open, he checked around to see if there were any alarms setting off. There were none to his relief; he walked in as a warm breeze washed over him with the scent of cinnamon.
Quickly Sora ran to the fridge, he drooled a little as there was left over honey roasted hams, chicken, pickles. His eyes watered as he took out the food, soon after he found the stove. Once he was done warming up/ frying everything he piled a plate he found and ate in the kitchen. The taste exploded in his mouth, it had been awhile since he had ham. It was better then he remembered.
It had been years since he had a home, Sora bummed around for years. Looking for shelter and food, he seemed to always get lucky but this was a goldmine to him. His stomach was full. He decided to explore his temporary home. The living room was next to a kitchen and what seemed to be a pool table and computer room. He explored the living room finding it very cozy a homely with its two separate couches, fireplace and small brown table.
Finally he went upstairs to check out the rooms, he found two bedrooms. A master bedroom and what seemed to be their daughter's room. He erased the thought of sleeping in the parents room, probably tainted he humorously thought. The room had paintings of the ocean, a nightstand, TV, a big closet and to his delight a huge round bed. Even though it was pink and girly he didn't mind… He slept in worse and that was no lie.
He stood at the doorway taking off his torn finger gloves and worn jacket and an over sized long sleeve shirt. He tore of his excuse for boots and socks and jumped on the bed. He was expecting to land on a soft bed until his hip hit something under the covers. He groaned as it dug into his hip, he flipped over quickly to avoid anymore injuries.
He pulled out whatever was under the covers, he laughed a bit at what it was. A girly journal, with a simple oversized lock on the front. In red letters on the top spelled "Kairi" which he assumed was the girl's name. He tossed the book on the bed and searched the room for a bobby-pin and sure enough he quickly found one in her underwear drawer. He specifically look at her underwear, he wasn't a pervert… he thought at least.
He jumped back on the bed and attempted to open the lock. To his dismay the oversized locked proved to be very difficult. How he wondered he didn't know, usually locks like these were as simple as they get but this was ridiculous. He spent a good hour trying to open the damn journal, he made no progress. He dumped the journal on the side, having a dire hatred for it. He spent a good minute imagining the journal on fire, but since it was his host's journal he decided he shouldn't. Karma he figured out early in life was very real and not to be screwed with.
He turned of the lamp that was left on before he got there, he crawled under the covers. He was glad he found a place to stay for awhile. The bed seemed to already be warm from someone else's touch. "Her warmth is… very soothing." He thought to himself. All he was underneath was cold… a cold body and a cold heart. Something that needed to be warmed along time ago when "that" happened, the thing that destroyed his life.
Sora couldn't remember his fathers welcoming face, full of joy and wisdom. But he could remember his mothers… How ironic that the only thing he can remember was "her" face. Sora's eyes began to water; pain seemed to explode in his heart. Terrible and sad memories filled his head; he shriveled up into a ball under the covers. He begged for sleep so he can get away from his past, even if it was only for a moment. It was about a year ago when it happened, around this time. Out of all the things left behind he missed his father most of all… The day before Christmas… When it all happened.
"This is my December, this is me all alone." He whispered before he went to sleep.